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Part IV - H.S.

I am currently sitting in front of Kendall fucking Jenner at a fancy restaurant and I have no idea how I ended up here. One minute, I'm on the phone with Niall, and the next, I'm in a taxi, on my way to a date with a billionaire supermodel. Anyone would say that I'm living the dream. Hell, I would be, if it weren't for a stupid, gorgeous man with blue eyes and a perfect smile who has my whole heart.

To be fair, she's really not that bad. She's actually pretty chill and pleasant to talk to. But I don't want to lead her on when I know I can't give her a real relationship.

"Hey," I say after a few minutes of small talk, "So, um, I don't know what Niall told you, but I'm not really looking for a serious relationship right now. I just broke up with my b- with someone, and I'm not ready for-"

She smiles and shushes me. "He told me everything, don't worry. I get it, you need a rebound. I can do that."

I kind of freak out. "He- He told you everything?"

"Yeah, he said that you had a pretty hard breakup, and you were moping around, so he decided to find you a rebound."

"And did he, like, say anything about my ex?"

She snorts and rolls her eyes. "If you mean Louis, no, he didn't say anything, but anyone with eyes and a fucking brain can tell that you two are hopelessly in love. You'll find your way back to each other eventually, I'm sure of it. But I can be your distraction in the meantime."

I'm pretty sure my jaw hit the floor. "So you know. I- Uh... Okay then. Cool. Is it really that obvious?"

She smirks and starts singing, "Waking up beside you, I'm a-"

I nudge her foot under the table and I can feel my cheeks heating up in embarrassment. "Okay, okay, I get it."

A waiter comes up to our table and puts down two plates full of food. I frown, confused, and so does Kendall.

"Um, we didn't order anything yet."

The waiter smiles politely. "Oh, your friend Mr. Horan already made all the arrangements, sir."

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Of course he did.

We thank the man and start eating. After taking a few bites, Kendall puts down her fork and looks at me.

"Okay, I'm your distraction, right? And I'm pretty sure that's not supposed to include fancy dinner dates with overpriced pasta. So, what exactly do you want from me?"

I open my mouth to answer, but she continues talking. "Don't think about being rude or disrespectful. If the answer is sex, I don't mind. I can give you that."

"I...Yeah, okay. I think that would be good. It's just..."

"What? It'll remind you of him? It won't be the same? Look Harry, I just want to help you. We can even roleplay if you want. But if you don't like it at any point, we can always stop and try something else, you know?"

I nod and give her a small smile, grateful for her help. We finish our food pretty quickly and head outside (apparently Niall took his job really seriously and even paid for the food).

The second we step out of the restaurant, I suddenly have the overwhelming need to see Louis, and I feel like I'm going to cry. Kendall realizes that something is wrong and grabs my hand. I squeeze it and mutter, "Thanks." 

She looks at me in concern and leads me to her car. "So we're going to go back to my place now and we can do whatever y-"

She's interrupted by a series of bright flashes and loud yelling. Fuck. Paparazzi. I'm really not in the mood for this right now, but we're already surrounded.

"Are you and Kendall dating?"

"How long have you two been together?"

"Are you on your way to meet her family?"

"What do you think of the Kardashian-Jenner clan?"

A bunch of questions are thrown around, none of which I have a proper answer for, so I just lower my head and try to make my way to the car.

Once we're finally seated in the backseat after escaping the paparazzi, Kendall sighs and looks at me apologetically. "I didn't say anything to them, but they think we're dating. If you want, I can call my agent and ask him to deny the rumours for me."

I run my hand through my hair and look down. "Nah, that's okay. Maybe a PR stunt is what I need to get my mind off him."

She looks unsure, but she just nods. We finally get to her house (it's more like a mansion, really) and head straight up to her room.

"You look really out of it," she remarks, "We don't have to do anything right now if you don't want to."

I shake my head and take off my shirt. "Please, I need this."

She nods and quickly undoes my belt. I pull down my trousers and underpants as she gets down on her knees in front of me.

I'm standing in front of her, completely naked, and she's waiting to give me a blowjob, but my dick refuses to get hard for her.

I blush from embarrassment but she seems to find it amusing.

"Think of Louis," she says, smirking.

And I do. I think of having my fingers tangled in his soft brown hair, of the feeling of his lips on mine, of the way his gorgeous blue eyes look from on top of me, of the curve of his perfect bum...

Yup, I'm hard.

She smirks again and says, "Close your eyes."

"Why?"

"So you can pretend I'm him."

I close my eyes and lean back, aching to be touched.

* * *

After several rounds of (surprisingly pleasant) sex, we both decide to call it a day.

And of course, when I'm finally in a deep, comfortable sleep, my phone rings. It's Liam. Wasn't he out with Louis? Shit. He wouldn't call me unless it's something important. I take a deep breath and pick up.

"Hey?"

"Um, Harry?"

"Yeah? Is everything okay?"

"Uh, well, there's a bit of a problem, he's- He's kind of..."

My heart drops and I feel sick. Shit shit shit.

"What are you talking about, Li? Who?" I ask, even though I already know the answer.

"It's Louis. And you should probably get here as soon as you can."